Chapter Fourteen

W aking up next to Kaitlyn will never get old. Knowing that when I get up, I also get to see my son is even better.

Kaitlyn looks so peaceful as she sleeps next to me. I press a kiss to her bare shoulder before I get up. Looking down at my son, I see Kolby is awake and mumbling to himself. It's so adorable.

I never thought something would make me feel the way that Kolby does. It's a feeling that you can never understand until you have a child of your own. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Picking him up, I take him into his room. Kaitlyn still wants him close, but I like to spend as much time in his room with him as possible. Changing his diaper, I talk to him the entire time. I read in a book somewhere that narrating everything you do helps introduce more words to him. It helps make him smarter.

I want my kid to have whatever leg up he can get in life. If that means I sound like an idiot as I tell him everything that I'm doing, then so be it.

It doesn't hurt that when I do it, Kaitlyn often giggles, telling me I'm being silly. She thinks I don't realize that she does the same thing. Or maybe she doesn't realize that she's adopted the same habits as me.

"Your mommy is going to be my old lady. What do you think about that? Do you want Mommy and Daddy to be together forever?" I ask him.

"I think Kolby would love it if his daddy stayed around a while," Kaitlyn says as she leans against the door frame.

I smile over at her. "I'll stay as long as you want me to. If that's what it takes to keep you, then I'll do it."

She shakes her head. "Until you figure out your club business." She gives me a look like she doesn't want to know more. "We won't be making any decisions."

Walking over to her, I press a kiss to her lips while Kolby tries to grab for her.

"I think he's hungry. It's too bad. I could be hungry too." I nip her lip.

"Stop it. I'm going to go feed our son. Why don't you go make yourself useful?" she teases as she heads into the living room.

She was joking, but I go and get her water and a snack anyway. Before Imake it to her side, my phone rings.

Seeing Killer's name has me angry all over again. That fucker Morgue scared my woman. I will kill him.

"Yeah?" I answer the phone.

"Get down here. We have developments."

"Be right there."

I walk into the living room, handing Kaitlyn the water and snack.

"I've got to go. Are you okay? I'll stay if you need me," I tell her, meaning it.

"No. I'm fine. Fang will be here, right?"

I smile at her, loving that she is depending on my brother to keep her safe.

"He will be here. Call if you need anything."

I kiss her hard before I press a kiss on the back of Kolby's head. Then I head out the door.

Each step I take is harder than the last. I want to go back and spend the day withmy family. I can't do that as long as there is danger out there, though.

The bike ride to the warehouse isn't too terribly long. It helps calm my mind a bit. I know I am going to find out what the fuck Killer did to Morgue. Fucker needs to be in a fucking morgue.

Making it to the door, I type in the individual code he provided me. Once inside, I find Binx talking with Trigger as they work through some technical shit. Killer is standing behind Binx, his arms crossed as they look at the screen.

"How's Kaitlyn?" Killer asks.

"She's okay. Still shook up. Hope you took care of that problem."

He glances over at me, frowning. "I did everything I could within my power."

Fucking politics. What he means is that he had a talk with the fucker, but he isn't six feet under.

"If he approaches her again, I will kill him. I won't give a fuck about what it would do to our clubs."

His lips twitch as if he might smile, but all he says is, "Understood. We tracked Fend's movements."

He nods to the screen. I walk over and watch as Fend is at a local biker bar. A man in a suit sits with him. They talk for a moment, but we can't hear what they say.

"I have this software, but it doesn't read lips very well. We can try it," Trigger says through the phone.

"Send it over," Binx says.

Next thing I know, a computer voice starts speaking.

"No, I don't want the elephants to jump on the blue highway to Phoenix," the voice says as Fend's mouth moves.

The other man starts to speak, the voice translating, "You would be an idiot to turn down my empty her. He will Gettysburg wandering one way or a mother."

Fend stands, getting angry. "Tell that mothertrucker that…"

The voice trails off as the man in the suit stands and moves, blocking Fend's mouth. They continue to have words, but with them both blocked from the camera, we can't get an idea of what they might have said. Then the suit man stalks off while Fend drops to his seat, taking a long pull from his beer bottle.

"So it wasn't perfect, but it seems the man in the suit was trying to recruit Fend to do something for his employer. He must not have told your father, though. Do you think he went back and took him up on his offer?"

"When was this taken?" I ask.

"Two nights before your father died," Binx answers.

"Loyal said Fend hadn't been around in a while. Maybe there were issues there," I inform them.

"Who is Loyal?" Trigger asks.

"One of the prospects at the club. I'm recommending him to get his road name and patch once this is done. If they won't keep him, I'm bringing him home," I tell Trigger.

"If your club won't take him, I'll make room in mine." Killer nods at me, understanding.

"I appreciate that. Where are we at identifying this guy?" I ask.

"It's going to take some time. Trig and I both have our facial recognition programs running." Binx says.

"Send me a copy of his picture so I can send it to Fang to watch out for him."

I have it on my phone within a second in a group chat with Fang and Trigger.

Fang calls.

"That's him," he says as soon as I answer.

"Him who?" I ask.

"The man in the park with Morgue. That's the guy. I didn't get a great look at him, but I'd bet my life on it."

"Fuck," I curse. "What happened with Morgue?"

Killer has a grim look on his face. "I asked him why he was in the park to begin with. He said he was meeting with a man to buy a part for his bike. He's been working on rebuilding an old BMW R 18. It's been hard for him to find parts because of how old it is, but I didn't think anything of it. When I asked why he was trying to claim Katie, he said he was protecting her. He didn't recognize Fang and thought she was in trouble. I didn't believe him on that, but I can't do much without the club turning on me. Until we have proof of wrongdoing, I can't just get rid of him. It would cause a mutiny."

That's the crux of it all. If he kills the man, the men would lose trust in him and start to wonder if they would be next. If he doesn't, then Kaitlyn is in danger.

It's fucked up, but I get it. He has to do what is best for both the club and his family. Losing the trust of the men can be just as dangerous for them as leaving Morgue alive.

"Guys, we have a problem," Trigger calls out.

"What now?" I groan.

"Your suit? He's been seen up here. Could be a coincidence," Trigger says.

"Fuck. It could be related, though. Killer, can we keep Morgue in the dark for now? Business as usual? We let him think he got away with it and see if he takes the rope we give him to hang himself?"

Killer thinks over my words. "Yeah. That would be the smart way to play it. I'm vetting some of my men. The ones I think I can trust. Binx and Trigger are helping me. I want more men on my daughter and grandchild."

"I'll gladly accept the help. Their safety is most important," I agree easily.

"Agreed. Glad we are on the same page. Reconvene at a later date?" Killer asks.

I nod. "You watch your men and your own back, Killer. Kaitlyn wouldn't survive losing you."

He pats my shoulder. "Same with you. I don't want to mend my daughter's broken heart."

I nod, feeling like we have come to some sort of truce.

I only hope it will last for my family's sake.

If you would have asked a past version of me if I would be lying on the floor with my five-month-old baby and a biker daddy, I would have told you that you were crazy. I would have never imagined it was possible. Not with how much I hated the biker way of life.

I loved my father, but growing up at a clubhouse and on a compound wasn't the great life one would think. Sure, I always had people around, but many of the guys couldn't be bothered by the children running around. The other children weren't very nice either. It was like their parents were shitty, so they thought they needed to be too.

It's the reason I swore off all bikers.

Even Colt.

When I saw him in that bar, I knew it would only be a fling. Nothing serious. How could it be when he wore a patch much like my father?

It didn't matter how much I liked Colt. I wouldn't be stuck in the same life I grew up in. I wanted more for myself.

Then everything happened, and now we are here. I couldn't be happier, though.

"Come on, little man. You can do it," Colt encourages him as he's on his belly trying to roll over.

I am on the other side of him, smiling as I watch them interact.

Colt with Kolby is like an aphrodisiac. I shouldn't feel that way with my son right here, but something about him being such an amazing father has my ovaries screaming for another kid. One where he can be here throughout the pregnancy to rub my feet and tell me how pretty I am.

I missed out on that with this one. Sure, we talked every day, but he wasn't there to hold me. He wasn't about to help satisfy my needs when I was too horny to see straight.

Picking my phone up, I sneak a photo of them. Then I start to record as he sweet-talks our baby. Watching him with Kolby has my heart melting.

"Come on, little man. Roll over for Daddy. You are so strong. You can do anything," he whispers as he stares at Kolby, struggling to turn.

I want so badly to reach out and help him, but I don't. Instead, I sit and watch.

It takes a few moments and words of encouragement, but Kolby finally rolls over.

"Yessss. That's my man. You did it, buddy. You rolled over," Colt says, picking up Kolby to hug him close.

My eyes tear up at the sight. He really is an amazing father. No matter what, I can't let him lose this. Neither of them.

"Look at your beautiful mama over there. Recording us without our knowledge. We should punish her for that, huh?" he says as he moves closer to me.

I stop the recording. "Punish me how?" I ask.

He waits until he's close enough and moves Kolby to one side of my face.

"Slobber all over her buddy. Get her."

Kolby starts laughing as Colt rubs his face against mine. I start pressing kisses to Kolby's face, which only makes him giggle more. Somehow we all end up lying on the floor together, laughing and enjoying each other.

Staring at the father of my child playing peek-a-boo with our child, I just find my chest filled with so much love I feel like I can burst.

"I love you, Spencer."

I don't even know where the words came from. I know I have felt them for a while, but I have been keeping them inside. I hadn't ever felt it was the right time.

The way his wide eyes shoot to mine tells me that this was it. This is what I was waiting for.

"You love me?" he whispers.

I nod. "I do."

He leaves Kolby on the ground, tackling me from my cross-legged position as he kisses me. When he finally pulls back, he says, "I love you too, Little Mama. So much."

I smile up at him. "Good."

He laughs, pushing himself off me before helping me up. He scoops Kolby up, then pulls me into a hug with our entire world between us.

"I love you both. I don't think I ever even had a choice to love you. I won't give you up for anything. I hope you know that," he tells me.

I rest my head on his shoulder, looking over at the happy baby in his arms. I don't think I would give him up either.

How could I?

"I know. I love you even more for it. We are going to figure everything out. Everything is going to be okay." I say the words, but I don't know who I am trying to reassure. Him or myself?

"Yes it will. I'll make sure of it."

We stand like that for several minutes, soaking in the comfort of being a family unit. Knowing that we have everything we need right here at this moment.

Then Kolby farts, making us both laugh as I back away. It smells terrible.

"What did you feed him, Kaitlyn? It smells like he shit himself," Colt asks, holding Kolby away with a look of disgust on his face.

I smile. "The doctor said I could start feeding him some solids. We tried carrots today."

He checks his diaper, then gags. "Fuck, this is disgusting. I've got this one."

I don't disagree with him as he starts to walk away with Kolby held away from him.

"Bro, you have to warn me before you do that next time. You smell rank. You could stink out the clubhouse."

He continues to talk to Kolby as he walks him to his room, presumably to change his diaper.

I smile at him as he does. Who knew that the bad boy biker I always fantasized about as a teen would turn into my one-week fling, then my baby daddy? Even more than that, he is a wonderful father who wants to be with his child and takes on responsibilities that Iknow other men don't.

How did I get so lucky to find a man who not only wants his son, but the woman who brought him into this world?

I don't know, but I'm thanking my lucky stars.

I've had doubts in the past, but the more time I spend with him, the more he calms those inside of me. Being with him and seeing him be a father, I am starting to think that maybe we can make this work.

Colt could be my forever.